When I was about six or seven years old my mom took me fruit picking. We stayed
in old caravans at the back of a garage in a place called Dunhampton. It was mid
way between Worcester and Kidderminster. It was back breaking work, picking
strawberris and raspberries. My mom got paid for every little basket she
filled,these were called punnets. The fruit had to be good quality and if the
checker found one bad fruit in the punnet he would discard the whole punnet and
my mom wouldn't get paid for that one. There were lots of arguments. Mom never
got much money from it, but every little helped. Good old days?